Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 616: Emily Chokes: A Husband’s Worst Nightmare

My fingers hovered over the damp lace of her panties, the fabric clinging like a confession.

"Still sure you don’t want the open-crotch ones, baby?" My voice was a blade wrapped in silk, dragging along her spine. "They’d save us both so much time." A pause. "And you’re already so wet for me."

Emily’s breath fractured. Her nipples strained against the flimsy dress, two desperate points of surrender. "I... I don’t—" But her eyes were a storm of hunger, her thighs pressing together as if she could trap the ache.

"Liar." My palm cracked against her ass—CRACK—the sound sharp as a gunshot.

She jolted, spine arching, a gasp torn from her throat. "Ah—!" The phone buzzed against the counter. Victor’s face glared from the screen, jaw clenched, eyes already slicing through the lie before she spoke.

"Em? What’s taking so long?" His voice was a noose, tightening. He knew. Somewhere in his gut, he felt the rot.

Emily’s fingers whitened around the phone. "J-just picking something out—"

"You sound strange." A beat. Then the whip-crack of his suspicion: "Where the fuck are you?"

I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Tell him you’re in the bathroom." A pause. "Tell him you miss him." My hand slid up her thigh, fingers hooking into the soaked crotch of her panties. "Tell him how much you wish he were here... to watch."

Her pulse hammered under my touch. "I’m in the bathroom, baby. Just... missing you."

Victor’s face darkened. "Bullshit. I hear something."

I snatched the phone. The rear camera drank in the truth: Emily’s flushed skin, the fishnets tangled in her grip, the dark, spreading stain between her thighs where my fingers had just been.

I adjusted the angle—just enough. The camera caught me: the monstrous outline of my cock, thick veins pulsing, the tip already weeping. Emily’s gaze locked onto it. Her mouth fell open, a silent oh shaping her lips.

Victor’s voice shattered: "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?! EMILY—!"

"Oh, this?" I chuckled, my free hand sliding up her inner thigh, thumb pressing against her swollen clit. "This is what your wife really wants, Victor. Not your careful little fucks. Not your permission." I circled her clit, slow, deliberate. "She wants to be ruined."

The camera angle was perfect—cruel in its clarity.

Emily’s knees dug into the tile, her back arched like a broken bow, her fishnets glistening with sweat. I fisted her hair, yanking her head back just enough to let the phone drink in the obscene stretch of her lips around my throbbing cock. Her mascara ran in black rivers, her breath coming in wet, desperate pants through her stuffed mouth.

"Mmmph—" She tried to speak, but all that came out was a muffled, bubbling whine, her tongue flattened beneath my shaft.

"What was that, baby?" I taunted, tapping the thick head against her tongue, painting it with pre-cum. "Use your words." I pushed in another inch, her throat immediately clenching in protest.

"Nnngh—! P-Pwease—" Her voice broke, distorted around my girth, her fingers clawing at my thighs.

"I can’t hear you," I mocked, rolling my hips forward, forcing her to take more. Her nose pressed against my skin, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. "Try again."

"Mmmph—! I—I c-cahn’t—" Her words dissolved into a choked gag, her eyes watering, her saliva dripping down my shaft, pooling on my balls.

Victor’s voice exploded through the speaker: "EMILY, WHAT THE FUCK—?! STOP!"

I adjusted the angle, making sure he saw everything—the bulge of my cock distorting her throat, the strings of spit connecting her lips to my skin, the way her tits swayed as she gagged.

"Mmm—! He’s— he’s w-watching—" She tried to warn me, but her words were garbage, garbled by the cock rammed down her throat.

"I know," I growled, grinding against her face, feeling her gag reflex lose. "And he hates it." I pulled back just enough to let her gasp for air, then slammed back in, hitting the back of her throat with a wet thud.

"Guh—! P-PWEASE, S-SIR—! I c-cahn’t—" Her fingers flew to her clit, rubbing frantically, her hips bucking even as her mouth was stuffed. She said sir instead of my name she doesn’t want to tell Victor my name.

"You can," I hissed, forcing her deeper, cutting off her air. "And you will." I felt her throat flutter, her body shaking as she fought for breath.

"Mmmph—! I’m s-sorry—! I d-didn’t mean—" Her apology dissolved into a wet, choked sob, her tears mixing with the spit dripping down her chin.

Victor’s voice was a blade: "EMILY, GET THE FUCK OFF HIM—! NOW!"

I laughed, thrusting deeper, making her gag. "She can’t hear you, Victor." I twisted my fingers in her hair, forcing her eyes to the screen. "She’s a little busy."

"Mmm—! N-No, I—I have to—" She tried to pull away, but I held her, shoving her back down, her nose pressing against my skin.

"You have to what?" I mocked, fucking her mouth like it was nothing. "Tell him, Emily. Tell him what you have to do."

"Mmmph—! I h-have to— to s-swallow—" Her voice cracked, her throat spasming around me.

"Louder," I ordered, slamming into her throat, cutting off her words.

"NGH—! I H-HAVE TO SWALLOW YOUR CUM—!" She screamed it, her voice breaking, her body convulsing as I held her there, her throat working around my cock.

Victor’s scream was raw: "EMILY, NO—! DON’T YOU DARE—!"

But she couldn’t stop.

She wasn’t in control.

I was.

"That’s a good girl," I groaned, feeling my orgasm build, my balls tightening. "Now take it."

I roared, my cock pulsing, the first thick jet of cum hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, her eyes flying open, but I held her, forcing her to swallow, my release painting her insides in hot, sticky ropes.

"Mmmph—! N-No—! I c-cahn’t—" Her words were garbage, drowned by the cock pumping cum down her throat.

"You can," I snarled, grinding against her face, emptying myself into her. "And you will."

Victor’s voice shattered into static: "EMILY... I’LL FIND YOU—! I’LL BURN HIM ALIVE—!"

But all she could do was swallow.

And moan.

And drip.